But he was plainly disturbed, and when the little white sphere made its flight it went sadly aglee and dropped to earth far to the right of the green, and where rough and cuppy ground made exact putting well-nigh impossible.

Professor Beck promptly laid down a command of absolute silence during shots, and some of the smaller youths left the course in favor of another portion of the campus, where a boy's right to make all the noise he likes could not be disputed.

But the harm was done, and when play for the third hole began the score was: Whipple 7, West 8.
Even to one of such intense ignorance of the science of golf as Joel March, there was a perceptible difference in the style of the two competitors.

Outfield West was a great stickler for form, and imitated the full St.Andrews swing to the best of his ability.

In addressing the ball he stood as squarely to it as was possible, without the use of a measuring tape, and drove off the right leg, as the expression is.
Despite an almost exaggerated adherence to nicety of style, West's play had an ease and grace much envied by other golf disciples in the school, and his shots were nearly always successful.
Whipple's manner of driving was very different from his opponent's.